Beat Up

Pounded down–
That’s me.
Stomped on and spat upon
Degraded and defiled
Crumbled by coarseness
Belittled by bile
I will not wake
I will not rise
I will not heal
if all I have is myself
to rely upon.

Where are you when I need you?
Where are you?


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